“What?” The name was familiar and utterly ridiculous, but I couldn’t quite place it.
“Why do you have a card with the name Big Stick and a phone number on it in your pocket?” He pointed to the white dress I’d worn to my bachelorette party. I’d just thrown it in with everything else when I’d packed up at my aunt’s house before the wedding.
When I realized where I’d gotten the card, I laughed. Michael didn’t.
“Who is he, Jess?” A muscle ticked in his jaw.
“A stripper.” I bit his shoulder and batted my eyelashes at him as he glowered.
“Why do you have a stripper’s card in your pocket?” His voice was strained and his mouth was a thin line.
I crawled into his lap so I straddled him. “Because I think he must have slipped it in my pocket as I was leaving the club. Remember the guy I told you about that embarrassed me and took me up on stage?”
“That was Big Stick?” he asked.
“Right.” I nuzzled against his neck. His jealousy turned me on more than seemed appropriate.
He gripped my ass and pulled me even closer. “Does he know you’re mine?”
“Well, he did say congratulations on my wedding, but then gave me his card, so I don’t know if—”
In one smooth movement, Michael ripped my panties off and tossed me onto my back. “Say you’re mine.”
I shrugged. “I mean, I guess you could say I’m maybe—”
He pushed inside me and I squealed at the sudden intrusion. He smoothed his cock out and then back in, as deeply as he could go.
“Now, tell me you’re mine.” His voice was a low growl and he bit my neck to make his point.
I gave in. I always did. There was nowhere else I’d rather be, no other man for me. “I’m yours.”
“And I’m yours.” He kissed me, his mouth expertly making a slave out of me as he fucked me wildly.
I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts as he clutched me to him. He grew rougher, as if trying to instill himself in every cell of my body. He was already there. Every piece of me was linked with a piece of him.
He reached between us and rubbed my clit, making me moan and writhe with each of his hard impacts. “Michael!”
“Look in my eyes. Can anyone else fuck you like this?”
I stared at him, marveling at the intensity of his gaze as he pistoned into me harder than I thought possible. Every impact jarred me and gave me so much pleasure I was panting. His thumb on my clit was working me into a frenzy.
“No,” I breathed.
“Can any other man give you what you need?”
“No. Only you.”
“Damn right. I’m going to come so deep inside you, wildcat. Mark my goddamn territory.” He nipped at my jaw before kissing to my neck and sucking my skin between his teeth.
I dug my nails into his back and held on for the ride. My breasts pressed against his chest and I cried out as he gripped my hair, wrenched my head to the side, and bit down hard on my throat. The sting of pain intensified every sensation and I came all at once, rushing over the cliff and calling his name as I fell.
“Fuck yes, wildcat,” he grunted and sank deeply inside me. His cock grew even harder and kicked as he filled me.
My pussy spasmed one final time and I shuddered beneath him. He kissed the bite on my throat before working his way to my mouth.
His lips were gentle, the frenzy gone.
“I just couldn’t stand the thought of someone else touching you,” he whispered against my mouth.
I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I’m yours. For as long as you want me. I’m yours. I love you.”
He smiled and pulled back, wiping a sweaty lock of hair from my forehead as he stared deeply into my eyes. “Forever, then. You’re mine forever.”
Laurel
“Sheep.”
I shook my head. “Try again. Ship. See? It has the short ‘i’ sound.”
“Sheeeeeep.” Wi screws her lips together, as if puckering will give her the vowel sounds she wants. It doesn’t.
I had been tutoring her for months, and she’d grasped a great deal of the English language and pronunciations, but some words still escaped her. She’d been a fast learner, having come to the U.S. for college with only a rudimentary knowledge of English. Her native Chinese, though, was flawless.
I closed her workbook.
“You’ve almost got it. Keep practicing and I’ll see you on Tuesday.”
She smiled and gave me a slight nod. “Tuesday.”
I leaned back in my chair, my joints stiff from sitting so long and helping her with her marine biology paper. She had a presentation coming up and didn’t want to say ‘sheep’ when referencing the ship she was on when she took part in discovering a new species of sea mollusk.